Up the mountain I pulled and fought
The thinning air and jagged stone
Cross the snow fields and clinging brush
I slipped and stumbled all alone.
Stopped to catch my breathe I saw
A shadow cross the cliffs ahead.
Squinting, straining I found the life
Through icy skies, on the path it led.
A soaring eagle found her way
Around the stony precipice
And traced a line about the rock
As I stood panting, motionless.
Naught to do but awe and envy
So freely moving where I was barred.
Indifferent to one who could not join her
No doubt seeing me below, ignored.
But whose joy is grander still,
With room above to dream and hope?
A lofty path revealing all,
Or breathless struggle down below?